Monday, 13 January 2014

Toy ships or pilot fish are floating memories.
And then, as the nonthreatening prerecorded sounds drift down the aisle, and echoes of answering machine messages meant for lost children eerily burble upthrough the opaque blue glass museum display case water, it starts to seem ok, a plastic chair waits for you,

Our good friend Hazen has been once again stripped by Blogger of his commenting privileges while on the road. Google, that Dark Side version of Motel 6 -- they WON'T be leaving the light on.

Anyhow, Hazen is made of stern stuff and not so easily discouraged. He has kindly sent along this "refused-by-Blogger" comment by the back-channel slow-boat.

"Opaque. So fitting for these times.

"Overheard this snippet of conversation while trying to wake up over coffee in the Express Breakfast room of my hotel: "In New Zealand they have a new kind of zoo. They put people in cages and drive them around so the animals can view the people."

"My thought response, no doubt inflected by being sick and far from home, was: 'Don’t let them out.'"

And, inflected in my own bent direction as ever, I thought, too right.